Book Release Blitz: Love Through a Lens by Lucy Felthouse

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Book blurb:

Celine Patterson is a recent graduate eager to begin her
career as a camerawoman—with the fashion world and all its glitz and glamour
calling to her. Things aren’t that simple, however, and she’s forced to take a
job making a documentary in the Peak District countryside with a mid-list
British actor.

In spite of her initial disappointment—not only is the job
not what she wanted, the pay is appalling, too—Celine warms to the project. The
actor she’s working with, Edward Robson, is kind, considerate, funny and a
consummate professional. She realizes she can learn a great deal from him, and
resolves to do so.

As the days of the shoot pass by, Celine grows increasingly
fond of Edward, and that fondness quickly goes beyond the platonic. Convinced
her crush is completely one-sided—he’s over three decades her senior, for
starters—she tries hard to ignore it, hoping the feelings will go away.

But then something happens to change Celine’s opinion, and
flip her world upside-down. How will she react? And can she emerge from this
project with both her career and her heart intact?

Note:Love Through a Lens has been previously
released as part of the Sweet Sensations
boxed set.

Celine gritted her teeth and hung tightly onto the straps of
her backpack as she forced one foot in front of the other up the steep incline.
Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest, and her lungs
screamed with the effort of providing her oxygen supply. Really, she needed to
stop, to catch her breath, regain some equilibrium. But Edward was already way
ahead of her, striding powerfully along as though their chosen path were
perfectly flat. He had a huge backpack of his own, too, which didn’t seem to be
slowing him down a jot.

But then, this was the difference between the two of them—or
one of the differences, anyway. Edward Robson, mid-list British actor, was also
a very keen outdoorsman, and probably did these kinds of walks all the
time—with or without a camera being pointed at him.

Celine Patterson, however, was a different story altogether.
Newly graduated from university, she’d struggled to find filming work in her
preferred field—fashion—and so she’d had to cast her net wider. Incredibly
wide, as it happened.

With hindsight, it was easy to see why she’d gotten the job
with Edward—nobody else had wanted it. Not a damn soul. Traipsing around the
Peak District wasn’t so bad, but add in heavy camera equipment, camping gear,
food, clothing, maps, plans, GPS unit, satellite phone and makeup—for Edward,
not for her—and a nice walk suddenly became a grueling trek. The money was
poor, too, especially considering she was the only member of Edward’s crew.
Could a single person even be called a crew? Or was she just a dogsbody?

She’d had no choice. It was this job or nothing. Crap money
or no money. And, most importantly, this credit on her CV or no credit at all.
She knew she had to start racking the credits and references up soon, if she
wanted to get ahead in the highly competitive field.

So here she was, dragging herself up a heart attack inducing
hill in the wake of an actor-cum-presenter. At least the project was
interesting; they were checking out sites of myths, legends and ghost stories,
that kind of thing. Edward was nice, too—kind, polite and pretty funny. Even
better, it wasn’t raining. Overall, things could be a damn sight worse. She
could be working with animals or children—or even both. And she’d heard many
times over that they were the absolute worst.

She was still convincing herself that things weren’t that
bad after all, when she glanced up and came to an abrupt halt as she realized
there was a crotch practically in her face. Snapping her head up so fast it
made her neck hurt, she made eye contact with Edward, who was standing a couple
of paces farther up the slope, hence the awkward face-to-crotch angle. Her
already hot face blazed with embarrassment. For once, she hoped the fact she
was overheated would hide her mortification. The slight breeze that blew was
doing nothing to lower her temperature.